#I like the hands still at least so thats something

[sunny-knight]

Who am I now?

@forgettable-au Fan animation :3

Papyrus has got a lot to think about, now that he remembers the other half of his life

Song: Flower (feat Haien Qiu) by Christian Basso

WHAT DO THE BUTTERFLIES MEAN??!?!?!!?!? WHAT DO THEY MEAN WHAT DO THEY MEAN

But nevermind that, loveeed making this loooved thinking about it looved the torment it put me through thinking of how on earth itll go when/if Papyrus ever remembers who he used to beee :3

In the beginning- I remember seeing at least 2 drawings of Sans and Alphys sleeping while Wingdings is wide awake. I wanted to make a little somethin different and play with that. His eyes also being closed is supposed to communicate a sort of happy moment where they’re finally all on the same page. It also makes it more “hehe that TECHNICALLY could still be papyrus ☝️” its not.

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but TECHNICALLY- ☝️

The reason behind that shot though is I that I feel like good memories would make it harder for Papyrus to disconnect entirely from that part of his life. There were SOME GOOD THINGS and its just like…ugh. Its hard to put this part into words, but you get me. ITS VISUALIZED THERE AND THATS ALL YOURE GONNA GET OUT OF ME

(I tried really hard to work Flowey somewhere in this, but that never worked in the end- so whoopsies to all the Flowey fan club members)

The hands holding the star, then having a butterfly coming out- I’m actually obsessed with that shot cause theres a lot of things I can say about it.

Its intended to be ambiguous on exactly who’s hands they are cause the type of holes in them are just scribbles-

But thats just because transitioning between Gaster and Papyrus’ hands looks bad and also skeleton hands are really hard- SO!!! its an in-between thing. Its supposed to go from Gaster being obsessed with the star, GRABBIN IT, then a butterfly comes out of Papyrus’ hands. We’re comparing and contrasting the difference between how they handled their own traumas, and their view on life as a whole.

Again, im assuming a lot about Gaster in this cause we still don’t know how he’s gonna be characterized in this comic, but in this animation we’re gonna say he deals with life and his trauma by obsession and all that jazz, while Papyrus makes something new with it.

The fact that they’re trying to trap something in their hands WHICH HAVE HOLES IN THEM is also a part of this meaning. I feel something that has remained true for Wingdings, Papyrus, and supposedly Gaster, is they persevere despite any circumstances. Of course they don’t go in without thinking, but when they want something they are GOING to get it no matter how ridiculous or impossible their chances of success are.

SO YA THATS THE ANIMATION :D

Programs used: Procreate for the art, Toonsquid for the editing, plus a wip :3

originally I was gonna have Wingdings being happy, then Papyrus being sad to show that same “happy memories” thing, but the transition never looked quite right, and something simpler just looked better

[pineconepie]

Hiii ! 💗

Can you please do with August & Cullen, and maybe the godly poly parents too?( i think thats a right way to call them) with these:

🎠,🥣, 🔪, 📱 and maybe one that you can choose by yourself! ( sorry if these are too much lol)

🎠 - what's their idea of a "perfect day" spent with their kiddo?

Cullen's perfect day is mainly just lazing around with you, maybe playing board games or something fun like that, but nothing else in particular. August is pretty similar, except he's just much more clingy while doing basically anything with you ^^;

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🥣 - do they have any dietary restrictions for their kiddo?

Cullen doesn't really care too much, as long as it isn't concerning; August, on the other hand, likes to have more of a routine, so he's a bit more strict about it, and likes you to at least eat one healthier meal per day.

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🔪 - would they be willing to hurt or even kill someone for their kiddo? Under what circumstances?

They both would be, but both would only want to if they thought it was necessary for your health. Cullen would be slightly less hesitant to, just because he's more physically strong, but both of them would do anything to make sure their baby is safe <3

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📱 - do they allow their kiddo any electronics or internet access?

They do, but both agreed to limit your screentime per day. Cullen is a bit more lenient, while August only cares because he thinks too much screentime is simply bad for your health......and also because he wants you to have more time to spend with him.

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In terms of the Gods:

🎠 - what's their idea of a "perfect day" spent with their kiddo?

Winter would like hot cocoa, cuddles, and just napping together.

Spring would like a cute picnic, taking lots of photos, and admiring nature together.

Summer would like swimming, or impressing you some way or another together.

And Autumn would like baking with you, and reading aloud with you cuddled into his side.

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🥣 - do they have any dietary restrictions for their kiddo?

Autumn is the only one who monitors what you eat, just because he thinks vegetables are a must in anyone's diet! He's still very much willing to bake or cook anything you'd like!

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🔪 - would they be willing to hurt or even kill someone for their kiddo? Under what circumstances?

1000% yes to all of them!

The least hesitant to kill in your honor would be Summer or Winter. Summer just gets extra angry when someone wrongs you, while Winter is more apathetic to those who harm you and doesn't give it a second thought.

Spring is very much willing to kill for you, but is just a tad bit more of a pacifist. Autumn is also, but he prefers trying to solve things through more ways than just brute strength, so they'd only be willing to if it were more than just "they looked at you weird" like how it'd be with Summer or Winter.

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📱 - do they allow their kiddo any electronics or internet access?

In modern era, yes, but very limited, and that's something they'd all agree on.

Autumn would wish to limit it the most, while Summer and Spring would be more lenient.

[raspberryjellybrains]

i know nobody gaf but i reeallllllyyyy wanna talk about my bad kids gender/sexuality headcanons so here goes

fig: obviously bi/pan/omni bc it's canon (yayy!!!), but i think she would identify as bisexual! i also really like her as a trans girl :) something about demonic puberty and human puberty and going against others' expectations to define for yourself who you are.

gorgug: same case with fig for sexuality, and i don't think he even really had many thoughts or feelings about it. bc he's one of my favorites and not because i have a great volume of evidence, im hitting him with the gender beam. i think there's something agender about this half-orc. masculinity feels like something gorgug was handed, went "okay", and never really examined further or felt in any meaningful way. not really a costume so much as a label with some instructions. probably uses he/they pronouns after some lovely chats with the AAAGSA (idk if thats the right acronym but i think it would be funny if it was)

adaine: i think she just kind of assumes she's straight? not enough time or care to investigate otherwise. had a thing for one (1) boy and just goes with that. i truly think that she's arospec and aspec and it takes her until after post-secondary to realize this. "girl" was kind of forced on her pretty hard, and kind of feels it, but also feels like it's inextricably tied to some awful memories. maybe demigirl in the future? trying to figure out what "girl" means for herself and still sticking with she/her, for now. still considers herself cis for a long time after knowing she probably isn't bc she doesn't feel "trans enough" to identify otherwise.

fabian: BIG woman enjoyer. i think he would kiss anyone of any gender as long as they're hot, but takes a minute to discover that one. he would probably just assume everyone works like that, and as long as he's mostly into women, he's straight. which isn't entirely right or wrong! as for gender, i think he's cisgender. there's room for experimentation with presentation after sophmore year, but feels most comfortable on the masculine end of androgyny. not gender, but queer: i think he'd LOVE drag. kristen would introduce him to it, and they'd watch fantasy rupaul's together and go to live shows when kristen's in town post-hs.

kristen: lesbian ofc!! i think she starts out with the "butch or really christian" bermuda shorts and t-shirts freshman year, but leans further and further into butch as she moves away from the church. she IS the girl in basketball shorts and a t-shirt/tanktop every day of the year and most of the school's sapphic population wants her for it BADLY. as for gender, i think a similar boat to adaine where femininity is tied up in a lot of bad experiences, but more nonchalant about it? should probably talk to someone about it but who caaaaaaaarrreeees. leans really hard into masculine woman bc i think she is a girl, and this is an expression of that which is entirely her own to feel and define.

and last but not least, riz: pretty well canon aro/ace and that genuinely means a lot to me. not to get personal. i think he's romance and sex repulsed, but interested in a qpr or some kind of lifelong companionship bc he gets lonely!! dude wants a friend for all of his many detective adventures. i think he's also a cisgender boy, but i would not shoot down readings otherwise.

and thats all!! if anyone does care, I'll probably elaborate on minuteae in the tags and if anyone really really wants, i can make a part two with other characters :D

[stummylover69]

A lil ramble about this kink I’d thought I’d post here!!

Mannn I never get how normies can casually say/do the most insane hot things about this kink known to man and just casually go on about their day and not think anything of it 💀

Examples:

There’s a meme that made by someone who (at least I really think….?) doesn’t have this kink and it goes like “*points at your pussy* ‘Are you gonna finish that?’ *tummy growls really loud*” Damnnn loll

Also my friend is in a (normie) discord server and some one said “Stomach rumbling” “I’m so greedy” Holy shitt

And here’s a story actually: So I have a friend that does some questionable things but at the same time is also the most normal person to ever exist and also pretty naive in a way. Well one time we were at a fair in line and she is complaining about how hungry she is (which I try to ignore :,D), then OUT OF NOWHERE she puts my hand on her stomach and I CAN FEEL IT growling violently……. I fucking just froze there lol

AND THATS NOT THE END OF IT EITHER!!! Basically was with a group of friends at a frozen yogurt place and I saw her do that to another friend of mine but asked her to lean in close to see if she can hear her stomach and then with another friend she said something and like said “feel my stomach” And that friend put her hand there and the fair friend like put her hand on top of the hand and pressed down 😭 The friend that felt it said “yeah your definitely hungry” ………. Ok girl wtf 😭💀

Another example is that person I’m talking to, if I went back and screenshotted every time he said “grrowll” it would probably be like 20+ times.. and also the abs pics and videos.. I have a fuck ton of em now! Also we hung out kinda recently and at one point during cuddling he rubbed my stomach for like 15 minutes 😳 AND when he would do that sometimes he would like curl his fingers in and it would kinda go into my navel like aaaa!’sbd!hdjd1!1!&):&8 It was amazing but I was like 0_0 inside the whole time lmaoo. Also he def has a thing for my waist (and waists in general) and loves how soft it is whehe

And like when people (especially on tiktok) do that thing when they put their phone on thier stomach and listen to the noises.. think it was even a small trend for a bit too

Also!! this goes out to directors of shows/movies with scenes and even episodes that are (ofc not knowingly) centered about this kink, like I have a feeling that there has to be like some fetishists in the writing/animating room yk cuz damnn some of the things they can come up with is absolutely insane

So yeah I cannottt wrap my head around how people can just say/do those things 😭

I don’t think I’ve ever said that I’m hungry to ANYONE (to be fair tho I’ve never felt actual hunger but still). And there like specific words that relate to the fetish that I can’t say like:

hungry/hunger

even have kind of a hard time saying “noises” or “sound” for some reason

any onomatopoeia for like stummy noises (can’t even say growl in any sort of context lol) +all words for stomach (can say these to people in the community ONLY TEXTING and rarely text “stummy” to normies like one time I told someone stumy hurty because I haven’t eaten the whole day lmaoo

[touchstarvedbbg]

I have an idea about LI noticed mc stockings are tearing off and finding it hard to tell mc about it (are they telling her or not telling her but finding a way to cover it from people's gaze)

I’m assuming you mean ripping? I like this idea

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Touchstarved LIs handling a wardrobe malfunction

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Pairings: All LIs x reader

Warnings: This is SFW but has some suggestive details

Comments: I’m assuming that this means having the back of your pants/stockings kind of rip? That’s how it’s interpreted here

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Vere

|🩰| He’d actually enjoy this. 10/10 that’s it. (Jokes)

|🩰| Despite liking how you look in this specific moment, Vere isn’t the type to enjoy sharing. At all. If he finds people looking too hard he wouldn’t be all too pleased.

|🩰| He’d actually try to cover it up by standing behind ever so slightly if the rip happens to be in the hind quarters. Thats his, thanks.

|🩰| Eventually he’ll tell you, but in a more teasing way. Probably trying to get a rise out of you more than anything else.

|🩰| “I didn’t know you wanted the world to see your ass that badly (name)” or something like that. He’s VERY cheeky.

|🩰| However teasing he is there would be a hint of jealousy in his voice if that makes sense? You would know he doesn’t want everyone else seeing you like this, but if it were just him he’d be thrilled.

|🩰| Not typically the super handy type in public, but he would be all over and hugging you from behind whenever the two of you are standing still in order to keep prying eyes away.

|🩰| people can see his skin. But yours? Oh no that’s only his to see, thank you.

Leander

|🩰| Leander would have the hardest time telling you out of all of them. Partially because he knows you’d be incredibly embarrassed and ashamed (or at least… hopefully)

|🩰| But also partially because DAMN. He definitely likes what he sees and doesn’t exactly want it put away.

|🩰| Puts a hand on your hip and guides you beside him. If you look closely you might catch him staring a little too hard for a moment or two.

|🩰| Blushing 100%. It’s so funny when he’s slick with a blush on his face

|🩰| After a moment or two of admiring you, he’ll probably tie his jacket around your waist. If you don’t ask, he won’t elaborate.

|🩰| But if you do ask he would try to come up with a slick response then fail (most likely). Ends up just telling you as it is. “Your pants ripped” or something like that

|🩰| He would personally get you new clothing. either through stealing or legitimate means (both are fine… right?). Tries to avoid future mishaps to keep your dignity.

Ais

|🩰| Quickest to act out of all of the LIs. Ais knows he has all the time in the world to see that in private. The rest of the world doesn’t need to see it as well.

|🩰| Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much extra clothing (nor does he really wear any himself…). So Ais would have to get creative with ways to hide it until you can get changed.

|🩰| Of course the only logical option is to put his hand.. right over the rip.

|🩰| If you ask why he probably wouldn’t have a good explanation. He’d just shrug and guide you out before saying much of anything else.

|🩰| If this doesn’t work he’ll probably carry you back to wherever you can get a change of clothing (either from him or from yourself.)

|🩰| Similarly to Vere you’d notice some jealousy, but Ais actually acts on fixing the problem… not saving the problem for his eyes only 😭

|🩰| Once you’re in private finding a change of clothing though best believe his eyes will wander for a while.

Mhin

|🩰| The most likely to actually tell you. Mhin would most certainly want people to tell them, so they’d extend the same courtesy to you out of care.

|🩰| A little awkward about telling you. (They’re really awkward) so actions end up speaking much louder than words. However they would help remedy the situation rather quick once they get over initial shock

|🩰| Very, VERY rarely takes off their cloak/hood, but on this occasion they’d take it off and hand it to you for a while to cover up.

|🩰| It’s not a question of if you want to cover up. They want you to cover up. They wouldn’t want the rest of Eridia to see you in ways that only they should.

|🩰| Doesn’t stare. It would honestly feel impolite of them. You don’t intend for people to see you like that, including them.

|🩰| Takes you to find a change once it’s possible, but until then you get to wear their cloak. (Me, personally I would decide to take as long as possible)

|🩰| Would also try to get you new clothing somehow, they’d probably have to take on more soulless hunts but best believe they’ll make sure it doesn’t happen to you again.

Kuras

|🩰| Very few things catch him off guard but he would pause for a moment or two, just staring. Probably taking a long time to decide whether or not you’re just making a really showy fashion statement.

|🩰| Eventually he’ll walk up behind you and make sure that nobody else can see what’s going on.

|🩰| “Excuse us, but I’ll be needing (name) to help me in my clinic.” He will really come up with any excuse to save you face.

|🩰| Very quick about getting you somewhere you can change, he very rarely goes much of anywhere directly or in a hurry, but he would certainly take a direct route to wherever you need to go.

|🩰| If you ask him what’s gotten in to him… his bluntness wouldn’t be doing any favors in this situation.

|🩰| Ends up saying something incredibly embarrassing to the both of you without thinking about it. This is really out of character for him, which would probably be a hint as to how flustered he is.

|🩰| He’s a gentleman, really, but that doesn’t mean that what he’s seeing doesn’t get him going at least a little bit. Eyes are wandering ever so slightly once your alone until you change.

[ghqstwriter]

A submissive villain and a manipulative hero with hurt/comfort (thats a bit spicy) and includes wall pinning and the quote “dont you trust me?” Please!!!

“Ow! Watch where you’re flinging me, you piece of shit!” Villain exclaimed as their head made contact with the hard wall behind them. They didn’t even have a moment to react before they felt their arms be shoved further into the wall, except this time Hero didn’t let go.

“Huh, that’s odd,” Hero started, voice as ingenuine as possible. “You can’t push me away. Weird, it’s almost like you’re too injured or something.”

Villain writhed, struggled, and tried to yank their arms away, but it was to no avail. Their chest was killing them and they’d already begun to feel woozy. For a split second, Villain realised that if they were to collapse right now, it would be straight into the arms of Hero, and to that they turned a slight shade of red (with anger and embarrassment, of course).

“I don’t need your lectures, and I don’t need your sympathy. Let me go, you bastard.” Villain bit at the hero, though it was far from a ferocious attack. Perhaps it would have come across a lot stronger if they weren’t so adamant on avoiding eye contact.

“You don’t want my sympathy. Or at least, you’re telling yourself that. But,” Hero spoke as their eyes trailed down to the villain’s chest. “You do need it, sweetheart.”

Villain scoffed in response, though the action caused their chest to wheeze even more. The pain was quite unnerving, Villain couldn’t deny, but they’d sooner let their lungs be pierced by broken ribs than allow the hero to attend to them. It wasn’t that they feared how Hero could hurt them, quite the opposite. Despite their cold and often unforgiving exterior, their touch could be deceivingly soft.

“I don’t need anything from you. Besides, you’re the one stopping me from going into battle. If you thought I wasn’t strong enough to fight Superhero like this, you’d be waving me goodbye.”

“You think I care about Superhero?”

“Why the fuck else would you be doing this?” Villain asked, though they knew they didn’t want to hear an answer. Hero surely wasn’t worried about Villain’s safety, they could assume that much. However, the crimestopper had always been prone to trickery in order to get what they wanted.

“You really don’t trust me, do you?” Hero’s words were stern but amusement hid behind their eyes. Of course they didn’t trust them. Why would they? It was Hero, of all people.

How and why Hero had ended up working for the agency was a mystery to heroes and villains alike. Though they behaved for the public, there was something almost sinister about them. Hero was cunning, cold, calculating, everything you’d expect a criminal mastermind to be. Even Villain was somewhat thankful they decided to side against the forces of evil, for otherwise they’d probably be out of a job.

Hero chuckled quietly at Villain’s silence, scowl still prominent on the latter’s face. “I think I’d rather have you in one piece rather than five. Let’s face it, how am I supposed to antagonise your severed arm?”

“Is that it then, you want to be the one to fight me? To kill me? A little icy of you, don’t you think?” Villain never considered themself Hero’s equal. Instead, the pair of them were exact opposites, in every manner of the word. Villain was loud and impulsive, all bark but not without bite. The fire to Hero’s ice, as the newspapers had put it.

The villain hadn’t entertained the idea that their rivalry mattered in the slightest to Hero before. The thought of it caused their heart to flutter slightly. Hero, seeing them as important enough to keep alive for whatever reason: it was a ridiculous thought. Their palms grew clammier.

“Icy? A long time ago, perhaps that would have been apt. But, maybe you’re just melting my heart.”

“Yeah, like you have one in the first place.”

At that retort, Hero gripped the villain’s hand, mindful of their broken fingers, and placed it on their own (much less injured) chest. Beneath the suit, beneath the scars, beneath the muscles, it was there. Beating faintly. Villain’s blush spread at the implications. They’d never been one to react subtly.

“Isn’t that proof enough?”

Hero raised their other hand, fingers ghosting over a graze on Villain’s cheek. Neither of their hands were holding Villain down, now, but the criminal knew they were still caged in by proximity. Their chests were inches apart, and they decided they particularly didn’t want to feel their injuries agrivate further by pushing against them.

“You’ve never been so strangely possessive before. Didn’t think martyrs like yourself were supposed to get attached to criminals.” Villain was being sarcastic. They were being entirely unserious, Hero wasn’t actually attached. They cared as much as you’d care about the idea of shattering an expensive vase. Sad in the short term, forgettable in the long run.

Hero’s eyes did not respond to the sarcasm.

“Hmm, probably not. Fire will melt ice long before the flames can be cooled. Wouldn’t be a great idea in the long run.” Both Hero’s tone and demeanour were unreadable. Their eyes were as grim as usual, but there was a semblance of emotion behind them, one that Villain couldn’t quite identify.

Then, they pulled Villain’s head to the side ever so slightly, and leaned in, lips hovering just beside their ears. Already, the criminal had been struggling to breathe, caused by the intense tightness in their chest. This, by all means, was not helping matters.

“I don’t know what it is you’re doing to me. But I know exactly what I’m doing to you, Villain. Like it or not, you’re infatuated. You can hate me all you want; everything else about you tells me a different story.”

“Where are you going with this?”

“I’m saying that if you go off and get yourself killed, this will never happen again."

Villain was about to ask what the 'this' in question was, but they were much too slow. Hero's hand shifted to grab their jaw, turning their head upwards firmly. They gave one beat of silence, a final chance to protest, and met the villain's lips with their own. The kiss was light, lips barely touching each other. It was more of a warning than a declaration of love: this is what you could have, this is what you risk to lose by fighting Superhero.

Unsurprisingly, Hero's lips were cold.

Before Villain could get too eager, just as they were about to lean in further to deepen the kiss, Hero pulled away. For the first time since Hero had pinned them against the wall, their eyes darted away from Villain's figure, opting to focus on anything else instead. Now, Villain wasn't trapped; they could bolt for the door if they wanted to. Alas, shock had taken hold of them, grappling them with an iron fist.

"I'll tell Superhero I managed to drive you off. Otherwise, I'm sure they'll come looking for you."

"Right, of course." Villain was hunched over by now, struggling to catch their breath for more reasons than one. Their brain still hadn't caught up to this afternoon's events, too dazed from overwhelm to realise that Hero had kissed them. Even in their renegade fantasies, Hero, ever so cold and uncaring, had never initiated the kiss.

"As long you begin to trust me, things can start going a lot smoother." Hero reached for their communicator as they spoke, likely about to contact Superhero with some fabricated story. Villain had never managed to spot a tell from within Hero. Perhaps they were simply always lying. Something about this felt peculiar, though. Truth expressed in the only way they knew how: trickery.

"I didn't trust you today, and yet you still kissed me. Sounds like you're rewarding bad behaviour," Villain joked, confidence coming back to them now that they were no longer centimetres away from the unfairly sculpted face of their nemesis. In response, Hero turned their head to the side in a still rather nonchalant manner, but was still the closest to flustering that Villain had ever witnessed.

"That's besides the point."

A buzzing emerged from inside of Villain's pocket, their own communicator was (stupidly) unsilenced. The screen lit up as they checked, Henchman was checking in about some final details. How the hell were they going to explain this to their henchmen?

"I should go find the rest of my team. I'll uhh-" Villain started, though they trailed off as soon as they looked up, though the perplexed look on their face shifted quickly to amusement. Once an enigma, always an enigma. Within a few seconds, Hero had already vanished.

[sodantics]

OLD ART (at least.. 2.5 years old I think..?) that I did for a MCYT themed prompt exchange. First ep of Wild Life reminded me that I actually drew smol 3rd life Scar with Grian back then lol Old art embarrassing skahsdgjhg... there's plenty of stuff about this I think is super wonky (the face....!?) so I'm really conflicted on even posting it TT;

[dennisboobs]

standing in front of a firing squad would have been easier than reading this script i need to be shot

[crystalpallette]

their kind eyes have captivated me. I love you bunny boys

[xxplastic-cubexx]

it doesnt need to be said but its genuinely so funny how at-the-hip charles and erik are in krakoa like they really had the green light- the OBLIGATION- to be as obnoxiously close to each other as possible and abused that right to the fullest extent

[caligvlasaqvarivm]

wanna ask how you feel about the eridan bpd headcanon/theory(?? not sure what to call it!) you're so good at your character analysis and i'd love to see your outlook on it

Since I don't have a degree or any formal training in psychology, I feel deeply uncomfortable diagnosing characters. I've made an autism joke before but only because I'm on the spectrum. He's definitely traumatized and anxious, but I mean those as descriptors of his behavior rather than capital-D Diagnoses. I try to focus on those when I can - the cause and effect of cognition, self-image, and behavior - and those factors may very well match up with DSM criteria, but I try not to touch an actual diagnosis with a ten foot pole unless the author has explicitly stated that X character has Y condition.

[wackywatchdotcom]

something thats always confused me is why people assumed early on that pomni 'saw something' while she was out in the void... like i dont see it in discussion anymore but that idea always confused me, cus i thought it was very blatantly a 'pomni is not processing what is happening because theres a lot going on and she was already struggling immensely and kinda freaking out before being full on launched into an area that has nothing but distant light and squares and nothing else and you are moving but youre not' thing

[avirael]

The Frozen Lake

It was the third day since he had stopped feeling like dying.

About a week ago he had woken up from his far too lifelike fever dream and a few days later the last spikes of the fever itself had been gone too just like the hallucinations it had brought in his sleep.

He still had been sick though and welcomed Rael telling him to stay in bed until he was perfectly healthy again all too eagerly.

While he still sneezed every now and then, it was at least tolerable now, still annoying but he didn’t feel incredibly uncomfortable anymore.

That day, just like the last and also the ones before that, he had awoken late. Against Rael’s order to stay in bed he had found the courage to get up and take a look out of the window. It was a sunny day, which in Coerthas still meant that it was bitterly cold though. But the sun was shining brightly and already high in the sky too which meant it had to be almost midday. He had slept way too long again, way to many hours for a surprisingly dreamless sleep. Or maybe it was exactly the lack of dreams that allowed him to finally rest, after all in the past there rarely had been good ones…

For a moment he considered to go downstairs and ask for a late breakfast if that wasn’t too insolent given the late hour but then a knock sounded from the door.

Quickly he hurried back to bed, just in case it was Rael, but the person who carefully peeked into the room a few seconds later wasn’t a viera.

“Ah, you are awake! That’s good!”, Haurchefant exclaimed happily and brought a small tray with hot soup and also something warm to drink. “It is so late already, you must be horribly hungry. Alphinaud checked in on you earlier but you were still fast asleep and he didn’t have the heart to wake you.”

A little uncertain on how to answer to that, A’viloh just nodded. Haurchefant grinned, put down a mug on the bedside table and handed A‘viloh a comfortingly warm bowl filled with some rather delicious smelling stew.

Instead of fetching the chair from the small desk by the window, Haurchefant sat down at the lower end of the bed balancing the tray with his own lunch on his knees. Rael once told him that ishgardian society had an absurd amount of strict and antiquated rules and so A’viloh couldn’t help but wonder, that although it seemed like a very appropriate distance to him, in Haurchefant’s hometown the fact alone that he dared to sit on someone else’s bed was probably scandalous.

“I hope you don’t mind me having lunch with you.”, the Elezen asked as he noticed A‘viloh staring.

Quickly the Miqo’te lowered his gaze to his bowl of soup. “Not at all.”, he muttered and tried a spoonful of the food just to change the topic. “Mhh, this is very good!”, he mumbled, still chewing, surprised by how good this really was compared to the bland food and bitter teas Rael had usually brought him these last few days. It must have been the Viera’s way of punishing him for running away.

Haurchefant laughed and then for a while they ate in silence.

“You look a lot healthier already.”, the Elezen stated after a while with an amiable smile on his face before taking a sip from his mug.

A‘viloh shrugged a little embarrassed, since it had been his own fault that he hadn’t been well in the first place. “Only because all of you took so good care of me.”

Haurchefant nodded. “You know, you had us all horribly worried right?”

“Sorry about that.”, he said and guitily looked into his mug.

Curiously Haurchefant eyed him for a moment. “Why did you do that anyway? Run out into the storm.”

A bit surprised A’viloh looked up. Had they all thought he had done this on purpose? “There wasn’t a storm when I left! What do I know about weather? I didn’t expect it to start snowing, let alone that much!”

That made the Elezen chuckle again but he still looked at him expecting an answer.

“Still… why did you leave?”

“I assumed Rael told you…”, A’viloh replied not sure what Haurchefant wanted to hear exactly. He nodded. “Rael did. But maybe I want to hear it from you…”

A’viloh sighed. His plan hadn’t been very smart and he felt a little uncomfortable having to explain his reasons to someone else, when in retrospect it didn’t make much sense even to his own ears.

“You know the… circumstances under which we fled Ul’dah… I couldn’t… um… the fact that we didn’t even know what happened to our friends… I wanted to find out, because it doesn’t seem fair to me that we escaped while all of them didn’t…”

“Mhh…”, Haurchefant nodded thoughtfully but let go off the topic for now. Instead he asked, „And how are you feeling today?”

Somehow that question confused A’viloh even more.

“What do you mean?”

“It’s a simple question, isn’t it?”, he said still smiling politely.

Of course it was a simple question. Just the answer felt unreasonable complicated to him. To make things even more difficult people who asked such a question usually wanted to hear “I‘m fine, and you?” or “Very good, thank you.” for an answer and rarely the truth. They certainly didn’t want to hear “A few days ago I was convinced I was going to die and honestly it wasn’t that bad, so now I‘m still not sure wether I am happy to still be alive or not”.

“Alright… I guess.”, he mumbled instead. He had never been a good liar and could only hope that this fact wasn’t too obvious for the Elezen.

“You know what?”, Haurchefant proclaimed after watching him thoughtfully for a second. “Today is a wonderful day. We should go for a walk.”

“A walk?!”, A’viloh exclaimed wide-eyed, as if he had just asked something unreasonable of him.

“Why not?”

A’viloh couldn’t think of a good reason why not, other than that he was supposed to stay in bed, so he shrugged.

“Where’s Rael?”, he asked instead.

Haurchefant smirked. “Do you need Rael’s permission to go outside?”

“Of course not.”, the Miqo’te protested. “But Rael will be mad if I run off again, especially against their orders to stay in bed.”

“Rael and Alphinaud went to the observatory earlier.”, Haurchefant explained. “We’ll be back before they are, I promise.”

What was A’viloh supposed to say against that and also against the expectant look on the Elezen’s face. He took another glimpse towards the window and decided that it looked nice enough to go outside.

“Fine.”

“Good!”, Haurchefant exclaimed happily and collected their empty bowls and mugs. “There should be warm clothes for you in the wardrobe. If you need anything else just ask someone. I’ll wait for you by the northern gate.”

After Haurchefant had left, A’viloh remained sitting in his bed for a moment longer contemplating on the Elezen’s question. Yes, he felt better again. But better in what comparison? Better than a few days ago when he had felt and also been half-dead? Though he didn’t feel sick anymore now, there still was a weigh on his heart. From his plan that had failed so spectacularly and even more so from the dreams he wouldn’t have minded to keep on dreaming forever.

Vehemently he shook his head and decided not to think about that now or he would just crawl back under the blanket of his comfortably warm bed again. Instead he got up and took a look into the wardrobe. Almost none of these were his own clothes of course since all he possessed were the ones he had worn on his body that day they fled Ul’dah. Very unsuitable for this climate. But neither did he see the borrowed clothes he had worn that night when he had tried to run away. Everything in here looked even softer and warmer like someone had wanted to make sure he was feeling comfortable. To his surprise the things didn’t look that much too big for him either, unlike his last set of clothes. Besides a few Hyur most people here at Camp Dragonhead were grown up Elezen but these clothes looked like they belonged to neither. Maybe it were clothes for Elezen children, he wondered and also thought that in that case someone must have brought them here just for him.

Grateful for so much effort he picked a few pieces and got dressed. Lazily he ran his fingers through his hair to get rid of the worst knots but the look into the small mirror at the washbasin, where his tired face stared back at him reproachfully, just made him sigh. Once he was ready he took the warm coat out of the wardrobe too and went out to look for Haurchefant. Just as he had said, the Elezen was standing by the gate that led to the north-east, towards the ruins of the Steel Vigil.

From afar Haurchefant already recognised the Miqo’te, his bright red hair a singularity among all the people living here. Pleasantly smiling as always he waved at him and A’viloh couldn’t help but smile a little too and wave back as he hurriedly walked towards him.

“There you are! I see the clothes fit you nicely.”

A’viloh nodded.

“They do. Thank you very much for these.”

Haurchefant dismissively waved with one hand. “It’s the least I could do…”

But he had done a lot more than that, A’viloh thought. “I think there’s more I need to thank you for. Rael told me it was you who saved my life.”

“Mhhh…”, Haurchefant tilted his head as if he wasn’t sure if this statement was entirely the truth. “Rael is too humble. They played a bit of a role in that too. After all it was Rael who noticed you were gone. And it was also Rael who didn’t leave your bedside and tried their best to heal you.”

A’viloh remembered waking up and finding the usually quite touch-averse viera cuddled up to him with a look on their face so horribly sad like he had never seen on them before. Rael had pretended it was nothing but it had been a very unconvincing performance. Asked about it Alphinaud had only offered a few sentences about how worried Rael had looked and how they had used all kinds of spells he himself had never seen or heard of before, all of it to try and save him. It had made him feel even more guilty for his stupidity.

So maybe Haurchefant was right. But still it had been him who had risked going out into the storm to find him.

“Anyway. I still want to thank you! Honestly.”, he insisted. But how honestly was it really?

Sure, he was glad to still be alive. After all his plan hadn’t been to run out into a blizzard and freeze to death, although some of them seemed to think that was the case. But once he found himself in this situation he had to admit that he had welcomed his fate rather willingly. A fact that shocked even himself a little looking back at it now.

“You’re welcome. After all you wouldn’t be any help to your friends frozen to death out there.”, Haurchefant joked with a wry smile on his lips.

“I guess not...”, A’viloh muttered, the topic of his friends making his mood visibly sink again.

Of course the Elezen noticed and his smile turned into a playful grin. “But I acted a little selfish too, you know? I think Camp Dragonhead is a lot friendlier with your company and I would like to have you and your pretty smile around a little longer.”

For a moment A’viloh’s eyes shot up to look at the others face before he quickly pretended that something somewhere a little bit to his left was a lot more interesting. Sometimes Haurchefant randomly said things, A’viloh hadn’t had the slightest idea how to react to. Not because he was that oblivious but simply because it puzzled him. Nonetheless the air suddenly didn’t feel that cold anymore on his face.

Haurchefant was always very kind to him. Well, he mostly was kind to everybody but sometimes he seemed to admire him especially. Him of all people, although there was nothing special about him. Haurchefant sometimes spoke of him like he was one of the greatest heroes of all time and it felt so ridiculous to him. He was just silly, cowardly A‘viloh! What had he ever achieved in his miserable life to justify such admiration? The people called him a Warrior of Light but wasn’t that some grand overstatement? Some days he thought all of this had been a horrible mistake. A great misunderstanding! Then he wondered how he had ever gotten entangled in this madness in the first place and also if he ever would get out of it again. But what else should he do with his life anyway...

While A’viloh’s brain still screeched in desperate search for a proper response, Haurchefant seemed to realise he had flustered him and glossed it over by gesturing to the gate.

“How about we walk a few yalms? There’s something you need to see!”

Still too dumbstruck to speak or to even wonder what the Elezen was talking about, A’viloh nodded and then proceeded to follow him out into the snowy landscape.

After a few minutes Haurchefant paused and took a deep breath. “Isn’t the air wonderful today?”

A’viloh followed his example, breathed deeply and let his gaze wander over the snow covered landscape with a few pines here and there and the mountains and ruins of the Steel Vigil in the distance. The air was cool and fresh, still cold enough that the warm sun couldn’t melt the snow. Instead the rays of sunshine made the scenery shine and sparkle as if everything was covered not in ice but in millions over millions of tiny diamonds.

“It is.”, he answered and smiled, surprised how beautiful this inhospitable landscape could be, before with a sudden spark of curiosity he finally asked. “Where are we going?”

“It’s not far anymore.”, Haurchefant said with a grin on his face and pointed into another direction. Shortly after and only a bit further ahead they reached a small lake.

As they got closer A‘viloh noticed that it not only was covered in a layer of snow and ice but also that quite a few off-duty soldiers, given the proximity to the camp he assumed they had to be, were standing right on top of the frozen lake. No, they were not quite standing. It looked more like they were dancing or flying maybe. More or less gracefully they moved over the lake‘s surface in fluid swift strides, some just moving in wide circles and other swirling around this way or that. A’viloh had never seen something like this and it looked strange and impossible but at the same time very beautiful to him.

The two of them had almost reached the lake by then, A’viloh a few steps ahead to get a better look at the wondrous people on the ice and he already wanted to ask how they did that, when his attention was drawn elsewhere by a curious squawking sound.

“Oh! Look at them!”, the Miqo’te exclaimed, his fascinated smile still turning a little brighter, as he gestured to a small flock of wild geese resting at the shore of the lake. With ruffled feathers they sat closely huddled together at the edge of the ice and suddenly A‘viloh couldn’t help but worry about them. They looked so unbothered by his presence, sleeping through the day and all the hubbub around them, looking all exhausted and frozen with their puffed up feathers. Like anything could happen to them and they wouldn’t even mind.

Strangely he wondered what he himself had looked like when Haurchefant had found him unconscious in the snow. He must have been a pitiful sight. Had the Elezen thought him beyond saving too, just like he himself had. What if he had found him a little later or not at all? Maybe that would have been better, a voice murmured to him just like it had so many times before and for a moment, tempted by the grief heavy on his heart once again, he almost believed it.

But no, he would be dead then and while he would have liked to imagine that this would mean he could be with his loved ones again, it was not exactly what either of the tribes he had lived with believed.

Vaguely he remembered his father working for hours, digging a grave at what used to be Wellwick Wood. An elderly woman too exhausted by their long journey, his grandmother if he remembered correctly, had died shortly after they had arrived there. With a sad smile on his face his father had explained to his children, who had stared down into the hole in the ground with confusion in their eyes, how by returning her body to the earth there could still grow new life from this death.

Or the drake tribe of the Sagolii Desert, who always burned their dead and left the ashes to be carried away by the desert wind, believing that it would make it easier for the deceased‘s aether to return to the Aetheric Sea and create something new elsewhere.

With a sudden sharp pain in his heart A’viloh realised that neither of the people he loved had gotten the burial they would have wanted for themselves. And neither had A‘viloh himself wanted to die in the coldness of Coerthas and be forever forgotten under a thick layer of snow and ice. He had thought about dying before but never had he been this close to it. For a second he wondered if this was something worth speaking to Rael about, but he wasn’t sure they wouldn’t misunderstand and get mad at him again.

“Why do you make such a sad face now?”, Haurchefant asked having noticed the smile slip from the Miqo’te’s face. But A’viloh just vehemently shook his head and focused on the geese again.

“They must be horribly cold.”, he wondered in a voice that suggested he already planned to take all of them to the safety of his comfortably warm room.

Haurchefant chuckled. “Don’t worry, they survived the storm out here after all. They keep each other warm, that’s why you‘ll rarely see one of them alone. A bit like you and your friends.”

“Maybe…”, A’viloh answered thinking about this comparison for a moment. “I just wish it wouldn’t always be me who needs to be taken care of. But as proven in Ul’dah and now once again I am simply too weak and useless to keep myself alive, not to mention anyone else.”

The Elezen’s face got a little stern as he folded his arms in front of his chest. “Don’t say that, I am sure it’s not true! This was just bad luck! You are neither weak nor useless!”

A’viloh shrugged. “But that’s how I feel right now...”

Slowly Haurchefant nodded before speaking again with a silent but determined voice. “Listen. I‘ll never forget how bravely you fought for Francel although you barely knew him. You could have gotten yourself in trouble with that and you helped him anyway.”

“It’s not like I did that on my own -”, A’viloh tried to protest but was immediately interrupted. “But you still helped! And I’m sure even without Rael you would have done so!”

Another shrug was all Haurchefant got in response, so the Elezen thought for a second before making an offer. “You want to make yourself useful, right? Get stronger? I could teach you how to fight like a real ishgardian knight, with sword and shield. Or we have some dragoons at Camp Dragonhead too! I’m sure there’s a lot you could learn from them.”

A‘viloh‘s face turned to disbelief. “I really don’t think I could fight with armor and weapons this heavy…”

“You can’t say so if you don’t try! And I have you know that dragoon armors are surprisingly light. How do you think they could still be this agile otherwise? Promise me to at least try training with them a little!”

He didn’t really want to agree to that. He knew he would make a fool of himself. But how could he say no with Haurchefant trying everything in his power to cheer him up. Weakly he shook his head and muttered: “Fine…”

“Perfect!”, Haurchefant exclaimed with a bright smile on his face. “I think an early reward for your efforts is appropriate then!”

Confused A’viloh watched him take a small bag off of his shoulders, which he hadn’t even noticed until now. For a moment the Elezen was busy undoing a knot before he opened the bag and presented to A‘viloh a set of two weirdly shaped blades attached to pieces of wood with leather straps. He had no idea what these constructs were meant to do and that was plainly visible on his face. “What’s that?”

“Ice skates of course!”, Haurchefant said as if that would explain it all but the Miqo’te‘s face remained clueless, so Haurchefant gestured to the lake behind them. “You attach them to your boots so you can walk on the ice like this!”

“Oh!”, A’viloh exclaimed as he understood what Haurchefant was planning. “I don’t think-… I mean I‘ve never-… You don’t really want me to step on that lake do you?” The idea somehow scared him.

“Why not?”, Haurchefant asked for the second time today with this smile that made the question sound like a challenge.

“It’s just a bit of ice!”, A‘vi objected. “What if it breaks?”

The Elezen shook his head and proceeded to fasten the metal blades beneath his boots. “Ah, don’t worry. The ice is thick enough, it will take at least a few more days to melt.”

“I don’t know…”, was all A’viloh replied as Haurchefant pressed another pair of skates into his hands. But the Elezen remained determined and took a few wobbly steps through the snow and onto the ice. “See! I can stand on it and it doesn’t break! You are a lot lighter than me, so why wouldn’t you be able to?”

Oh, you don’t know my bad luck!, A‘viloh thought but Haurchefant didn’t look like he would take that for an excuse. Instead he stretched out a hand towards the Miqo’te. “Come one! Believe me, this is going to be funny!”

For a second A‘viloh pondered his options. The idea of nothing but a little bit of ice between him and the water still terrified him but Haurchefant seemed so excited about this and the other people actually seemed to have fun too. Maybe he should at least pretend to try... Reluctantly he sat down on a rock and tried to put on the skates just like Haurchefant had done a moment ago.

“The clasp on the back too. Make sure none of them are loose… Yes, that looks fine!”, Haurchefant helpfully explained. As A’viloh got up, he almost flopped right back down into the snow. It was a weird feeling to balance his whole weight on only two thin pieces of metal. As he carefully took the first few steps towards the lake Haurchefant reached out for him once more. “Here! Take my hand! I don’t want you to fall…”

Hesitantly A‘vi stepped onto the ice and immediately felt like the ground was being pulled away beneath his feet. He struggled for balance, feeling himself falling backwards, so Haurchefants arm was a very welcome thing to hold on to.

With a chuckle the Elezen tried to loosen A‘vi‘s desperate grip on his arm and instead took each of his hand in one of his own before carefully making slow steps backwards pulling A‘viloh over the ice, which A’vi could swear was making suspicious crackling sounds below them. There was no way to tell the blades beneath his feet not to move, so all A’viloh could do was try not to fall and plead to Haurchefant with ears flat on his head and panic in his eyes, as he slowly was pulled further onto the lake. “No, no, no. Take me back, that’s a horrible idea!”

“Calm down. There’s nothing to be afraid of. I promise.”, Haurchefant said soothingly and continued to explain to him how to move on the ice skates. And in fact the Elezen’s calm voice slowly made A’viloh feel less anxious. His hands, frantically clasping at Haurchefant’s, relaxed along with his legs. It was still a weird feeling to be standing on the ice but now it felt a lot easier to remain balanced. He glanced at the people around them while remaining as still as possible, studied their movements for a moment and then tentatively tried to mimic the way they slowly pushed their feet above the slippery surface. To his surprise he really moved forward without much effort and also without feeling the sensation of falling again, closer to Haurchefant who had steadied him with his outstretched arms so far.

“See! It’s not that difficult.”, he said while making another step backwards so A’viloh had to follow with another step forward. The Miqo’te, strangely excited about the fact that he was actually moving on these weird ice-blades, laughed happily. “You are even going backwards!”

Haurchefants laughed. “One step after the other. Let’s teach you how to go forward first, hm? I‘ll let go off one of your hands but don’t worry, I still got you. One feet after the other just like you did before…”

In fact it almost felt easier now that he could use one of his arms to balance himself. Very slowly at first they floated above the icy surface of the lake but soon A‘viloh got braver. Once he almost lost his balance but for a comparably tall and strong person like Haurchefant it seemed like a very easy task to keep a small Miqo’te on his feet. Almost falling had felt like a shock for a second but only moments later they were laughing about it and in the end A’viloh was surprised and also a little proud how quickly he had learned and how much fun this was.

He wasn’t sure how much time they spent there on the frozen lake but at some point a bell sounded from the nearby Camp. Startled A’viloh looked up (and almost lost his balance again). “How late is it? I’m sure you have more important things to do than this! I’m sorry if I’m keeping you from doing your work.”

But Haurchefant just laughed and teased, “What could be more important than prove to you that not all of Coerthas is a deadly wasteland trying to kill you? But I think we really should return soon. I don’t want you to get cold again and after all we also don’t want Rael to find out about this little excursion, do we?”

For a second A’viloh wished the viera could see him now and wondered what their reaction would be like. The thought made him chuckle.

And as they floated, one last circle around the lake, A’viloh couldn’t help but wonder that maybe it was happy moments like this. The reason he was still here. Moments that made his life worth living.

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inspired by the poem The Reversal by Leila Chatti

[spacemancharisma]

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[orcelito]

Despite all odds, I have arrived home safely👍

Turns out that the earlier goop was the better goop. The adderall goop. The adderall has worn off now though. So I am. Very incredibly out of it.

But I am home. And I will take my quick shower. And then I will climb into bed.

I do need to eat. But... later...

[puhpandas]

Opinion on the TalesGames theory?

I think it's becoming increasingly clear that it's probably just all canon because of sotm being (at least right now with the current info we have) true to the books so like. I wasnt a big fan before of things outside of stuff like ggy where it's just very clearly about something in the games, but with how intertwined the mimic is with just normal tftp books I think it's safe to say its pretty much confirmed now lmao